Basics

Name: Coffee
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Large scarred warm brown marbled tabby tom with icy blue eyes and has a slight limp 
Age: 1 years and 10 months

Personality 

POSITIVE
Alert
Allocentric
Daring
Empathetic

Sometimes even being discribed as paroniod to some, Coffee is an alert cat that mainly tends to want to please others rather than himself. They aren't afraid of breaking rules if they believe it needs to be done and are known to pull off somewhat stupid stunts. They are highly empathetic and openly say that people can talk to them if needed.
 

NEUTRAL
Aggressive
Confidential
Iconoclastic
Questioning

Though He does like helping other, he's are rather direct in his pursuits and can come off as pushy and aggrressive. Coffee peaks into others people buisness without really giving an insight into himself. He is rather unorthadox and doesn't often believe in rules and out of spite will sometimes break them. If you tell him not to do something he will demand an answer as to why not because in his mind, there is a reason behind everything and if he is to stop it must be a valid reason in his head.

NEGITIVE
Blunt
Insecure
Negativistic
Petty

Coffee doesn't beat around the bush at all and rather keep things clean and honest. He knows that what he says can come off as offensive and tries to curb it but fails miserably. He is rather insecure about his looks and how he comes off to people at times and is rather pessimistic. He can hold a grudge easily and wont let things go till they are resolved, sometimes even bringing it up after it has been. He uses expirences against people.

History

Coffee was born to a she-cat named Honeysuckle, his father being a stray that left his mother long before she knew she was pregnant. There was no grudge against the tom, she knew it was a quick fling and it meant nothing to her but that didn't mean she didn't want her son. She loved him as much as she could but once Coffee was able to survive off of his mothers milk, her owners sold him off to one of their friends, not wanting another cat in their house. One was enough. Honeysuckle was devastated and tried to keep her kit with her but to no eval and he was taken.

Coffee doesn't remember much of his mother but tries not to linger on the past. He was confidant and somewhat happy with his knew owners and lived with them for a good 7 months before they seemed to tire of the tom, not really paying attention to him anymore. They would forget to put out food sometimes which didn't bother the cat at first, until it became more frequent and food was harder to come by. Sometimes he would bother his owners for some, but they would just stare at him and walk along and go outside. He eventually became desperate and found his way outside, looking for food.

Coffee stayed on the streets for some time, not wanting to go back to his owners and did pretty well. Sleeping in alleyways and under bridges was ideal but sometimes there would be humans and he didn't exactly trust them so he would sleep out in the open. The day it happened was one of those out in the open days, night had fallen and Coffee has been drifting to sleep when he heard it. Barking. It came so quickly that he almost didn't have enough time to get up and run and the pain was slow and dragged on for what seems like forever. It tore into his leg and side and he screeched. More barking.
There was a loud sound that echoed through the night and something came to a noisy stop at the side of the road where the cat in pain and the monster above him resided, then everything was black.

He was picked up off the streets by a passing human and was given to a vet. It took Coffee a while to recover and now has a noticeable limp in his left leg and a scar over his right eye. He has trouble seeing out of it and often bumped into walls, the sudden lack in sight knocking off his perception. He was put into a shelter 6 months later and stayed there for a while. He didn't keep track as days became nights and all blurred together until one day during open hours, and old lady looked at him through the window on the cat area, even with all the other cats walking around, probably looking way more presentable than he did, her eyes locked with his.

He came home with Ava later that day and was introduced to many other cats that lived in her gigantic home of hers, though he didn't stick around for long and found a dark place to hide. The amount of new faces was overwhelming to say the least.

(Has been in the house for a week)

Relationships

Honeysuckle || "I dont remember much of her but she seemed kind." || Alive?

Ava || "She took me in when no one else would and if kind, she all I could ask for really."

Trivia

- Would play the piano if he were human

- Poetry is one of the many ways into his heart

- Would probably be a Slytherin or Ravenclaw

- Hates physical contact with those he doesn't know

Roleplaying example

Hawksong pried a loose plank away from a wooden fence blocking off a part of the alleyway they slipped into, holding it open for the two other toms. Their tail flicking impatiently as they saw the kittypet almost trip. "Be careful," They growled. Though Hawksong hadn't know the pigeonclanner long, only really talking to him once which didn't go well, but there was no way that he would be dying on ratclans side of the river. It would also be helpful to have an acquaintance in pidgeonclan and the deputy wouldn't pass up an opportunity for one, but they didn't want to think of that right at the moment. "We're heading to camp." They said simply, looking around for anything that could bring them harm. "Lets go, the path is clear."